It’s not like this wizard is inappropriate

Lin An never thought that the first thing to improve during the breathing furnace training would be his own perception of spirituality.

When he walked home tired from a long day, the ugly head was the first to notice this change - "Lin An, Lin An, you are so hateful!"

Lin An was stunned for a moment and looked at it doubtfully.

"You are actually digesting my eyes!" The head looked sad.

this……

Lin An pursed his lips and was silent for a while, then softly apologized to his head, "I'm sorry, but I can't help it."

"I know, I know." The head sighed, "The extraordinary world is full of despair, everyone is struggling, you have grasped the only life-saving straw, and that is spirituality, you told me." ( 63)

"You've made it up to me, haven't you? I have eyes again now."

Lin An was a little tired and lazily sat on the ground beside the bed, patted his head lightly, but did not say anything.

He wanted to help the black cat that Chen Xin was obsessed with, and he also wanted to help this head, hoping that these spirits would have a better result.

But he didn't know how.

No clue at all.

He only knew that he was continuing to move forward on the spiritual path without stopping, and maybe one day he would be able to find a way to help these spirits.

Maomao told him that it was the reflection of all the traces of Chen Xinmi's past in the world, but Lin An didn't see it that way. But now he was asked to tell me one, two, three, but he realized that he still knew too little.

When people feel their ignorance more and more, sometimes they have to rely on something that is difficult to grasp.

Such as spiritual intuition derived from the prophetic ability of the ugly head.

The path that this extraordinary world can find after the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is cut off is the spiritual energy of the spiritual world. From this, the collective name of a new path for practitioners like "Wizard" emerged.

Later, some wizards began to ponder the knowledge of breathing and breathing left by their ancestors, and finally developed the breathing method.

The domestic Breathing School (Witcher) did not stop moving forward. It found a new direction from magical things like Shibao and began to condense the furnace. Up to now, it has abandoned Shibao's use of the furnace to condense the core of the furnace (Jackalope). eyes these).

With step-by-step research, the witchcraft paths of witchers and wizards are becoming increasingly different. The biggest difference is that all the members of the witcher school are ordinary people with non-witch blood.

The research has not stopped, and the road ahead will never end. The three generations of Antlers are looking for ways to re-integrate the wizard group into the demon hunter school system, seeking breakthroughs, so as to eliminate the despair of the extraordinary world.

No one has succeeded so far, all the previous generations of Antlers have been destroyed, and Lu Tingyu, the most promising leader of the previous generation of Antlers, has also died.

The dead are dead, and the living have no choice but to move on, even if they think they are not as talented as these predecessors.

Professor Cao taught Lin An these methods...

It also only stays at the theoretical stage, and Lin An is a real subject.

Perhaps it cannot be described as 'being experimented', this is more like a relay race, each generation of Antlers is using its own life to find the way forward.

Lin An had no choice. The theory described by Professor Cao might be the best and most suitable cultivation method he had access to now.

The only thing he can rely on now is really the illusory 'spiritual intuition'.

At least so far, the knowledge taught by Professor Cao made him feel right intuitively.

That's enough.

Lin An has always been easily satisfied.

…

The night is getting darker.

Lin An yawned and took a shower. Feeling tired, he turned over on the bed, pulled the sheets and fell asleep deeply.

After a whole day's sleep, my head became more and more excited, jumping around and singing.

Lin An had gradually started to get used to having such a gadget making noise next to him while sleeping.

After scratching his belly, Lin An turned over on the bed and lay on his back with a thin sheet.

It was the end of midsummer, and he didn't realize that he didn't feel hot at all.

As he fell asleep, his breathing began to change into the rhythm of the furnace of breathing techniques he had been practicing all day.

It was as if a lantern was installed on the chest, emitting an orange-red light.

Hmm~

This made him look a bit like the fish he had eaten before, a kind of stone treasure. (61)

The spiritual energy from the spiritual world quietly penetrated into his body through a certain dimension, intersecting with the moonlight outside the window.

An aura like a breathing furnace, or a wizard performing witchcraft, filled the room.

Suddenly, countless mottled traces of blood appeared throughout the room.

Those were the traces of blood left by the naughty heads in the past that tossed their hair around, but they did not dissipate in the air as Lin An imagined.

Among them, this bed has the most.

These blood traces seemed to become active under the nourishment of spiritual energy. They began to flow down from the cracks in the wall, condensed into beads on the floor tiles, and meandered on the bathroom sink mirror.

Suddenly the whole room seemed like a haunted house.

There was a vaguely weird aura permeating the air.

The mirror of the bathroom sink became a little distorted with the mottled traces of blood. A figure suddenly appeared in the mirror. The figure approached faster and faster, and slammed into the mirror. The clown's face was squeezed and deformed on the mirror.

Bang~

Make a huge noise.

"Hahahaha..." The clown's smile made his strange face become more and more distorted. He frantically tried to pull it out of the mirror, stared at the corridor outside the toilet door, and muttered loudly, "You robber! Give me back!" Witchcraft! Give back my witchcraft~~~~, give back my~~witchcraft~~~~”

Bang~

Another vibration, and another face pressed against the mirror, it was the wizard Da Susu.

He looked at everything outside the mirror curiously, and screamed as he watched, "Uuuuuuu~~~ You liar, give me back my cat's eye gem~~, give me back my cat's eye gem~~~~"

Next to the two of them, there was a chubby middle-aged man, Lao Liu. He pulled them both hard, "Where are you at? Get out of the way."

But no matter how much you try, you can't pull these two people away.

So he sadly squeezed his head out of the gap between the two of them, stared out of the mirror, and started wailing, "Give me back my money~~Give me back my house~~~my paintings~~my car~ ~My diary~~My secret medicine~~My witchcraft props~~My spiritual ears~~My lich head~~~”

"You took advantage of me to leave and looked at my undressed wife. I even found traces of the quilt being moved!"

"Don't think I don't know, you must have opened it while I was away!"

"She was tied up by me, and I definitely couldn't open it. Damn it, what did you do at that time!"

Unfortunately, Lin An was sleeping and could not give him this answer.

Otherwise, Lin An would definitely tell him - your wife asked me to kill you, and I even tried to persuade you. There is no one better than me! (116)

"!!!" Da Susu looked back at Lao Liu in disbelief. After thinking about it, this man was really miserable, so he simply gave up some positions to him.

It's not too bad. Even the crazy clown's face moved to the side, allowing Old Liu to occupy the C position on the mirror.

As a result, the sounds one after another echoed in the blood-flowing room.

There was a mixture of wails and wild laughter.

Clown Face's sharp and high-pitched voice, Da Susu's deep and deep voice, and Lao Liu's neutral and greasy voice all come and go.

The head came to the toilet and took a look at them, opened his black mouth, exposed his black teeth and tongue, and smiled.

"You bastards!"

"What can you do to me?"

"Climb out if you dare~"

"Come on~"

It complained, making the three people in the mirror scream even more.

They banged against the mirror crazily, yelling like crazy.

As I screamed, my head actually felt - eh, it seems that this kind of wailing and modulating noise is actually very suitable for falling asleep.

Perhaps for humans, white noise like rain is best for falling asleep. But to the spirit there is nothing more beautiful and sweet to the ears than this wail.

Quack~~~

I don't know why, I yawned.

It jumped to the bed, found a comfortable position in Lin An's arms, and slowly closed its eyes.

The breeze outside the window rippled the curtains, making a subtle rustling sound.

Lin An had a dream.

The picture in the dream was full of distortions, with black-gray smoke, dark golden mist, and strange traces of blood, making everything become illusory.

He held his head and shook his head as if sleepwalking, walking in this dreamland.

As he walked, he came to a glass wall and looked outside the glass wall curiously.

Oh~

It turned out to be a mirror, round in shape, with a pink plastic frame. Behind the mirror was a photo of a girl in a swimsuit with big waves that was popular twenty or thirty years ago.

Looking out from the mirror, several young people holding books were talking around a tall and burly professor-looking person.

It's Lao Cao.

But it was very unfamiliar. Lin An had never seen such a gentle and jade-like Lao Cao. He had a kind smile on his face and spoke in a dull tone that was not familiar to him.

More relaxed, comfortable, gentle and natural, "Oh, you young people always have to compare foreign armors with domestic armors to see who wins or loses."

"Different environments create different demands for armor styles."

"Our country has always been the most proficient in martial arts for thousands of years. Haha, I know, you always think that we are weak because of the influence of Chinese culture. No, it's not. You go and see those scholars who lead the troops in war. Get a real feel for our history.”

"Have there really been wars on this land for thousands of years?"

"No, right? The intensity is so strong, the time span is so long, and the total population of ten houses and nine empty houses is reduced by less than half. In the words of you young people, it is called - my country, which is full of force."

Suddenly, the students laughed one after another.

Smiling and smiling, many people had proud expressions on their faces.

"Then how is it possible that we can't make the kind of canned all-round armor that foreign countries can?"

"First of all, we can't manufacture in large quantities to cover the entire legion. We have too many people, and the fighting model of small countries abroad is completely different. Even if there are some prototypes of this kind of expensive armor, There is no possibility of popularization.”

"Secondly, do generals really need canned armor? Even the emperor who leads a personal expedition needs this kind of canned armor?"

"What exactly is their need to wear armor?"

"Xiao Chen, tell me, our ancient generals..."

In the mirror, Lin An looked at this scene curiously, not knowing why he had this dream.

As the conversation between Professor Cao and his classmates continued, a classmate suddenly raised a topic. Professor Cao laughed and praised, "This is a good divergent topic. We must deconstruct it from multiple dimensions..."

His words suddenly stopped.

There was a long pause.

In the confused expressions of the students, he laughed again and asked the students to continue discussing this topic after they went back, treating it as an extracurricular homework for this interest group.

After the students left, Professor Cao stood up suddenly, his face became panicked, and he walked around the room in a daze.

He looked a little distracted, bumped into the table, and quickly reached out to catch the mirror that fell from the table.

The moment he caught it, he stared blankly at the few white hairs sprouting from his temples in the mirror.

"I……"

"Why can't you think?"

His face was filled with unspeakable fear and panic, but these emotions also looked so unstable on his face, like a poor performance by an unqualified actor.

"No!"

He screamed in horror, and the mirror in his hand fell, hitting the plastic frame on the ground and cracking a gap.

In the mirror, Lin An and his head looked at all this curiously. This was Lao Cao whom he had never seen before.

"Ling ring ring~~~"

The phone rang in the room.

Lao Cao ignored it and his face became more and more distorted. After a long time, he rubbed his face with his rough hands and tried his best to show a fake smile.

Walked over and answered the phone.

"Old Cao, I'm going to die, please go back to Shenhou City."

When Professor Cao heard the other party's voice, he quickly took away his phone and looked at the screen. He was a little afraid to confirm that he had answered this person's call at this time.

His face reflected on the phone screen was full of distortions, including jealousy, inferiority, admiration, and too many emotions.

"Ha, it's you, Brother Lu!"

"It's me, Lao Cao, I'm going to die, please come back."

Lao Cao laughed, "What you said makes it seem like I hid in other cities because I was afraid of you. I..."

The person on the other end of the phone interrupted him, his voice carrying an unquestionable tone, "My son needs your protection. I'm afraid he will be killed by other brothers."

"My research needs someone to continue. No one else can. I can only count on you."

"Antlers needs you too..."

Lao Cao fell silent and opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.

There was only a trace of sound left in his throat, "I..."